Six years ago, when prostrate and in mental darkness from oft-repeated attacks of nervous prostration, a dear friend came, suggesting I should try Christian Science. Believing I had found a material remedy (which proved to be an instrument of torture, and for which I had paid the price of our invaluable text-book), I concluded to wait, and suffer more. Before the year closed I had a very serious attack of neuralgia from which I only partially rallied, even with the best help that my kind, faithful physician could give towards lifting me out of the depths of mental darkness. I then turned to Science, firmly believing it to be the only remedy, for I had tested mental-healing, and other cults to my complete satisfication. Relief came quickly, especially the destruction of mental darkness, which has never returned except for a few brief moments.
After a couple of treatments and conversation with my healer, I saw that I must become as a little child, leaning entirely on my heavenly Father for aid.
This thought was a new one to me. My religion was of a high moral character, but altogether void of spiritual understanding, and the Bible almost a stranger. Always a regular attendant and earnest worker in various churches, I had never seen my clear to unite with any, yet after two years of study and experience in Christian Science, I deemed it a most happy privilege to unite with the Mother Church in Boston, also with our local church.
